curveball.

charms of everyday living:
waking up at the sounding
bells on record, echoing
repeats of their own

repeating letters of exchange
thrown off of mountainsides
carrying questions you've had
for a while, now you look for it:

the sounds of falling answer you

if there are any stars
the sky is happy at night,
and if there is none at all
it will wait for the day after.

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